Divorced the Cheat Married the Fleet (Camilla and Lance) novel Chapter 474

She practically fled the room before he could even respond.

The moment she stepped into the hallway, the tears she had forcefully suppressed came flooding back.

Aside from the time her father disappeared, this was the second time in her life she had ever been this terrified over someone's safety.

She had never been more certain of it than in this exact moment: she loved Lance. She loved him deeply, far more than she had ever realized.

The second Camilla left, Jeniffer pulled up a chair and took her spot. "Lance, tell me the truth. You didn't do anything to betray Camilla, did you?"

Lance simply rolled his eyes, giving her a look that clearly called her an idiot. He was far too exhausted to even dignify that with an answer.

Jeniffer crossed her arms. "Why are you looking at me like that? Tessa said it herself. She said Sarah locked you up and tried to force herself on you. So did you or didn't you? Let me tell you, Camilla has been worried sick about you every single day. The Gates family was heavily pressuring her, forcing her to replace all her company suppliers. She's been working herself to the bone without a moment's rest."

A flash of emotion crossed his tired eyes at the mention of her struggles. "Did she fix the problem?"

"Don't worry, it's mostly handled. But what about you, Lance? Did you..."

"No. Stop letting your imagination run wild. I'd never do anything to betray Camilla, not in a million years."

Camilla was the absolute treasure he had fought so hard to win back. He would gladly give up his life before doing anything to cause her pain or despair.

He had seen how completely shattered she was by Barnard's betrayal. He swore he would never let her experience that kind of devastation again.

Seeing Jeniffer opening her mouth for more gossip, he cut her off. "If you have so much free time, hand me the first-aid kit."

Jeniffer was about to ask why he needed it when the faint, metallic scent of blood hit the air. She watched as Lance pulled back the edge of his hospital gown, revealing a torso covered in jagged, deep gashes.

The wounds looked like they were carved in by something sharp, overlapping one another.

Some were scabbed over, while others were still weeping fresh blood.

Jeniffer instantly connected the dots, her eyes welling up with tears. "Is this... is this how you held on?"

These were the self-inflicted wounds he had used to fight off the effects of the heavy narcotics.

He rolled his eyes at her and sighed tiredly. "What did you expect? I'm a faithful man. I wasn't about to let Sarah take advantage of me."

He said it so casually, as if it were a minor inconvenience, but the horrific lattice of scars made Jeniffer's heart pound with sheer terror.

No wonder he had hidden it from Camilla.

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